Comments on: Essential Parenting Skills

By: Nora

Nora — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 21:11:25 +0000

Nora “Johnson”?
It gets worse and worse. :)

I was in the Donegal Gaeltacht as a kid (13), and boarded at a house in Anagaire. We woke up early one morning to awful noise, and saw that they were slaughtering lambs in the cobbled back yard. Blood everywhere. They were the local butcher’s and we didn’t know. I’ll never forget it.

By: Gilly

Gilly — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 11:24:09 +0000

Nora: it was i’m sure it was! Her name was Nora Johnson. Unless of course she was nobbled by a fox and he didn’t want to tell us. Much easier to pretend he’d roasted her to eat, yes, that must have been it :)

By: His Girl Friday

His Girl Friday — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 05:49:09 +0000

Bock,
yer terrible, jest terrible, …hahahaha, um, er, a ah mean, yer terrible…! ;)

By: Nora

Nora — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 00:27:15 +0000

“We wouldn’t eat her. to this day I don’t know if it was Nora or not”

It wasn’t.

By: rockmother

rockmother — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 21:59:25 +0000

My son thinks I have eyes in the back of my head and that my new mobile phone transmits live footage of him doing bad things at school when I am at work. Mwah ha ha ha ha ha.

By: problemchildbride

problemchildbride — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:01:54 +0000

Hearty guffawing from across the world.

I admire your parenting approach, Bock. I’ve no doubt Bullet is a remarkable young man indeed for it. Yep, I bet he’s remarkable all right…

The girls are doing a chicken project at kindergarten and their eggs hatched late last week. I wanted to call Prob Child I’s Fang on account of his bigger than average egg-tooth, but she went with Peter Fluff in the end. Gah.

By: Medbh

Medbh — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:28:06 +0000

Hee.
My mother used to tell me that the Tooth Fairy was drunk, having left a dollar under her pillow instead of mine.

By: yobbah

yobbah — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:47:18 +0000

I laughed out loud reading your post. Remember the days when teachers could give you a beating and if you went home and told your parents, they would give you another one because you must have done something wrong at school to deserve it. Now we have spoilt shits doing whatever they like then leaving school wondering why they’re illiterate…

By: Gilly

Gilly — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:44:21 +0000

Ah but we were innocent children. This generation is completely different. My dad said that children who picked their noses and ate it (I didn’t!!), grew another nose out of their throat, and that in fact what we all thought was an “adams apple” was an extra nose to blow. And i believed it until I was oh, about 30? We also got the good shepherds story, which worked well on us. He told us totally believable stuff,the hairy hand and so on, and in our innocence we absorbed it like sponges. We had a pet hen, who disappeared and then a roast chicken appeared on the kitchen table. He said it was her and that we needed to accept that chickens were not just pets, but had to be eaten as well - My mother kept it zipped. We wouldn’t eat her. to this day I don’t know if it was Nora or not. Kids may have more money and so on today, but I have to say I had great parents and a good laugh. The hand me down clothes were a bit of a confidence killer though…

By: Damien Brown

Damien Brown — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:32:07 +0000

The bad shepherd is just a myth wee all know that.Its the boogie man and the monster under the bed that will get you LOL